A WET NIGHT.
By Jon jhimi7@hushmail.com
It was pouring with rain as I exited the station, sheltering under a closed newstand I began to think about turning back and getting the train home - I knew it'd only be a matter of minutes before the cold wind started to blow the warmth from the train out of my jacket - watching the rain pelt down around a street light it didn't surprise me that I was one of the few people out on a night like this. If I'd gone back into the station I knew a train would be coming along my line in about five minutes, if I caught it I'd be home by around 9:30, I'd be dry and I'd be warm...then again if I didn't cross the road into the park I might never know what could've happened...if I ran fast I knew I wouldn't get too wet...but if I caught the train I'd be home, dry and warm...I glanced at my watch again...4 minutes to the train arrived and 10 minutes until I had to be at the toilet block...I could get home....or maybe try something I've only fantasised about...see a pissing cock that wasn't my own...Fuck it. I bolted across the road into the park.
I got to the toilet block and stood at the door leading in, my hair was dripping wet but I didn't get as wet as I thought I would. I needed to catch my breath - I was out of shape because I hadn't worked over the winter, at 26 years and 5'9 I still had a fairly toned body from working as a storeman but ever since being retrenched in the autumn I'd got abit heavy around the stomach and arse, with pale skin and a permanent five o'clock shadow I didn't exactly fit the stereotype of what gay men like but I've never given a fuck about all that anyway. Gym toned, tanned bodies and public servants dressed who dress like construction workers on weekends were never my thing. I liked regular looking men, nothing fancy, nothing contrived just average men.
I walked into the toilet block and noticed it was empty. Just to be sure I'd got the right day and time I walked over to the urinal and looked for the grafitti, the light was dim but I found it easily - 'W/S group 8pm 3rd Friday' - seeing it again my dick stirred slightly. Looking at my watch I saw it was around ten minutes to eight. The rain was pounding on the roof and I wondered if I was the only bastard in this city horny enough to come out on a night like this, I knew standing here on a night like this was crazy but to even have the chance of experiencing another man pissing was enough to keep me waiting - cold and I've gotta say, desperate.
I suddenly heard someone running into the entrance of the toilet block, a tall figure in a wet anorak came through the door, he pushed back the hood and I saw that he would've been around 16, his cheeks were red from running and sweat and rain plastered hair across his forehead. He made his way to the urinal and stood suspiciously close to me which was good, we both gave the impression we were about to piss but I made a point of keeping my eyes on the grafitti, sure enough he also looked at it. With a couple more glances at the grafitti and each other it was clear we were both here for the same thing. He must of realised I didn't know what to do next so in a low whisper he asked if I wanted to come with him,
"George's got his cab just down the path, c,mon"
I didn't know what he was getting at but followed him anyway, I was about to ask what was going on when he flipped his hood up and told me to run. He took off down the path towards the station, the rain hadn't let up at all so I was relieved to see a cab waiting at the edge of the path, the driver flipped open the door from inside and the young guy and me jumped into the backseat. With a quick check of the mirror the cab driver pulled out onto the street and we drove off.
Once we'd got onto a main road the young guy in the anorak turned and introduced himself as Christoph.
"I'm Luke" "This is George", the way Christoph playfully hit George's shoulder I could tell they knew each other. George would've been late twenties, his curly black hair was closely cropped, he had dark skin and unshaven face, I could see he was middle eastern but couldn't guess at the country. Turning to me he gave what I'd call was a friendly leer, it was obvious they knew each other but I didn't know how much George actually knew about why I was here, glancing at the meter I noticed that it wasn't on. I leaned closer to Christoph, "the meter's not on...does he...?..." Christoph gave a low snigger, with his anorak and red cheeked face he reminded me of some dirty minded private school kid. "Yeah. George's knocked off work for the night. Haven't ya' George? "You bet" Christoph lent over to me and said "George's married, arn't ya?" "Not tonight I'm not" he chuckled to himself. "George loves his wife, she's a beautiful Lebanese girl, but ol' George also likes young man's arse" Looking over his shoulder George looked at me and bluntly asked "you piss in your mouth?" I did but was too dumbstruck by the question to answer, all I could do was nod slightly. "Good. Very good...you'll have a good time" From the front passenger seat George passed back a can of beer each for Christoph and me then opened one for himself, drinking silently we drove on into the rain.
Ten minutes later our cab pulled into the driveway of a small but flash looking house, by the time me, George and Christoph got to the door we were all wet, the wind and rain had picked up so it was a real relief when the door opened and a gust of warm air hit our faces. A heavy guy in his early 30's ushered us into the house, all three of us took our shoe's and coats off, while I was doing this the guy introduced himself as Geoff and I told him my name was Luke, the introductions stopped there as he already knew George and Christoph. We followed Geoff down the hallway and I could tell by his slightly unsteady walk that he was a little drunk, walking past three or four closed doors he opened the last one and we filed into a small sitting room, it had a lounge, coffee table and a roaring open fire, to the left was a doorway leading into what looked like an indoor spa, it'd been built into a timber decking, I guessed that it usually looked out onto a garden but tonight all the heavy curtains had been drawn. I did notice that their was a couple of heaters also pumping out hot air, I knew it was cold outside but this room was what I'd consider over heated. Once Geoff had closed the door behind us I found out why.Geoff offered us a drink from a small bar fridge that was full of bottled water, beer and orange juice, we all chose beer and once our bottles were open Geoff offered us a seat.
"It's great to have another person in my home Luke. Christoph, why don't you start."
Christoph quickly got up and stood in front of the fire. He pulled his socks off, then undid the buckle of his loose trousers, letting them fall to the floor he kicked them into the corner, taking off his pullover, shirt and a t-shirt he'd finally stripped down to a pair of loose fitting, faded red briefs, as he turned to face Geoff I noticed that the elastic of one side of his briefs had ridden up his arse revealing a firm, pale young cheek. He had a slim, pale complesion with slight freckles around his shoulders, his dark brown hair was drying quickly and I noticed his angular face wasn't as young as I'd first thought but even so he would not have been much over 18. If I'd had to label him I guess it wouldn't be far off the mark to say he looked abit like a nerd, not that I gave a damn, I loved the way he leisurely scratched his balls until the front of his briefs began to tent - it's the guys who don't look conventionally 'sexy' that have always turned me on.
Geoff asked me to go next so I took my position in front of the fire and stripped down to my y-fronts, they'd slid down slightly so I pulled them up until I knew they were fairly tight on my heavy but muscled arse. Unlike Christoph I didn't need to play with my cock to get it hard, the bulge sticking out made it clear I was happy to be here.
I sat down and took in the site of George getting his clothes off, dropping his trousers to the floor I could make out a heavy, semi-erect cock encased in black briefs under his blue taxi drivers shirt. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and threw it into the corner and stood there slowly rubbing a muscled, hairy chest, for someone who sat in a cab all day he was in good shape, black hairs covered his heavy, dark legs. His dark eyes shone as he took in the scene around him, he may have been married but he had this lechorous hot look on his face.
Geoff was the last to undress, like me he wore y-fronts but his were a dark blue. His meaty cock hung in the basket of cotton and the way he moved it was obvious he was just the kind of horny bastard I liked. He had pale olive skin, a boyish face emphasised by his tussled, fair hair. His chest had a light covering of hair but aside from that his skin seemed smooth, it was a relief to see that like me he had abit of a heavy stomach and wide, big arse cheeks that didn't sag but couldv'e done with some exercise.
We sat around drinking, we got to know abit about each other but no one was too interested in giving out alot of details on themselves, it seemed an unspoken thing that we knew why we were here and that that was enough. After a few moments Christoph said he was close to 'being able to start' so Geoff got us all to take our drinks out to the back room with the spa, looking into it I noticed it had no water but before I could make comment on it Geoff guided me into a small bathroom consisting of a toilet and large shower cubicle. Geoff made a point of closing the lid on the toilet as Christoph took off his briefs and entered the shower, through the smoked glass I could see he was showering quickly, sliding open the door he wrapped a towel around his waste and headed back out to the spa room. George, Geoff and I took our turns at the showers then filed back into the spa room - with the open fire and the heaters around the rooms I was not at all cold and even if I was I don't think I'd notice it.
Dropping our briefs into one pile and our towels into another all four naked men got into the empty spa all the while drinking our beers.The shower and the beers had got our cocks fairly flaccid, I noticed we'd all but George had been circumsised which I liked, playing lightly with our own cocks as we continued to drink I wondered how this got started. I didn't know what to say but I was desperate to piss in front of three other men, all I could say was 'I gotta piss..."
"So go." Said Geoff.
George leant foward and looking at my cock as it hung between my legs, he told me to piss in my own mouth. Just then a stream of hot piss hit my leg and I watched amazed as Christoph aimed his flow right onto my cock before lowering his head and aiming it square at his own mouth, sticking out his tongue it wasn't long before his tongue was dripping in piss. That's all I needed - leaning back slightly I pissed high into the air and let the stream thud back down onto my own chest, rivers of piss ran down amoungest the hairs of my chest, looking up I got a quick glimpse of George's cock as he held it two feet from my face, for a second I saw his dry piss slit then suddenly piss shot out and splattered onto my chin. I opened my mouth and let the stream pound the back of my throat, I wasn't ready to swallow but I knew that with my own piss thumping againest my chin and George's stream pouring from my mouth that I was soaked and fuckin' deleriously happy to be in this spa.
Geoff stood up next and as our flows started to lower he let fly with that pale yellow man urine that I couldn't get enough of, standing in the middle of the spa he turned to face each one of us, George slid his open mouth over the pissing cock and his cheeks straight away swelled up with piss, Christoph did the same until his young, ruddy cheeks expanded so much that despite his best efforts couldn't hold every drop, a fine river of piss cascaded from between his tightly pursed lips. I lent into Geoff's crotch so as to not miss a drop of what he had to offer, the salty tang mixed with the piss George had left on my tongue until my whole mouth was fuckin' exploding with the taste of man piss. With cheeks swollen we expelled Geoff's piss onto each others bodies until all our chests, our legs and our faces were wet, glistening from piss. The bottom of the spa was covered in urine and I could feel it seeping around my arse, rising up slightly I let it soak in under me until my whole body was piss soaked. Taking a swig from my beer I washed what piss was left in my mouth deep into my stomach. The way we drank made it obvious we hadnt had enough of each others pale yellow water.
"This is fuckin' great" was all I could say. Four men piss soaked and drinking in a spa - a teenage dream come true. "Just wait" exclaimed Geoff as he heaved his heavy shining body out from the spa, with his big, smooth arse cheeks shaking he walked into the bathroom and after a few moments came back out carrying a long hose with a nozzle on the end and a slow but steady flow of water coming out the end.
At first I wasn't sure what was going on but when Christoph and George lay back on the spa seat and raised their arses into the air I got the idea.
Geoff handed me the hose and getting back into the spa he lay back and raised his legs into the air revealing a neat puckered arse hole. Getting in between his legs I rubbed the trickling nozzle up his arse crack, it's smooth pointed end slid between his arse lips with barely any resistance. With a deep sigh Geoff writhed his hips as the tips of the nozzle sunk into him, I noticed that barely a drop of water escaped his hole, after a couple of minutes he looked at me;
"That's enough. Do you want me to do you?" Before I could answer George suggested; "no, I wanna see him clean his own arse, let him do it"
I lent back, raised up my arse and with one hand pulled an arse cheek in order to open up the crevise, holding the nozzle I felt with my finger I until I touched my arse lips, then slowly but firmly I inserted the nozzle into my bowels. At first I couldn't feel anything but then the warmth of the water began to fill my bowels, working my arse muscles I moved them in a way I hoped allowed the water to circulate. It didn't take long for the fullness in my bowels to tell me I had enough, I noticed Geoff still held his water and I wanted to do the same.
Still on my back I held the trickling nozzle into the air, George stood over me and with thick calloused hands pulled apart his hairy, firm arse cheeks, the hair running up his crack was thick and black, it wasn't until he wrenched his cheeks further apart did I see the beautiful, private arse lips open up. Guiding the nozzle between the dark brown and pink hole I was mesmerised by the beauty of a middle eastern hole.
To fill George's bowels took longer than I expected but again not a drop of water escaped as he let his arse cheeks close. The contrast between George's arse and the smooth, pink firmness of Christophs bum couldn't have been greater, his firm young cheeks parted and revealed a twitching pink hole, he didn't need to part his cheeks in order for me to find the target but even so he couldn't help but touch his own hole in order to pinpoint the place for the nozzle.
My arse had started to ache with the built up pressure so it was a relief when Geoff took the hose from me and lay it on the floor of the spa, after he'd taken the plug from the spa we all stood on the spa seat and squated, our arses aimed at the floor of the spa. With the words 'let it go' the raw, raunching sound of exploding bowels filled the room, looking over my shoulder I watched as all our arses shot out torrents of water in thin streams. The water splattered onto the floor of the spa and it was with relief saw that mine was almost clean, all the arse water that ran towards the plug hole was mostly clean, I didn't say anything but the cleanliness of the arses in this spa had me thinking of rim jobs! Sure enough as we resumed our sitting positions and Geoff replaced the plug after the last of the enema water disappeared Christoph stood up.
With piss glistening on his young face stood up in the middle of the spa, lewdly stuck out his wet arse and asked in a desperate croak "who's gonna piss in me?" He moved his arse into Geoff's face, Geoff ran his soaked finger up the crack before planting a wet, loud kiss onto both cheeks. "George. Why don't you show Luke how it's done"
Christoph straddled the side of the spa leant onto the decking and rested his knee's in the shallow pool of piss on the spa's seat, his young, pale, ruddy arse humped slightly as he rubbed his boner on the fibreglass spa.
George leaned towards me and licked my ear, his heavy, horny breath roared into my head as his wet tongue jabbed at my earlobe no doubt tasting what piss had splattered there, he then swiped across my ear leaving it cool and wet, as he stiffened his tongue his deep sighs primed me up for whatever he wanted. In a low whisper that shook deep into my body he began talking... "I wanna see ya' get his hole ready for my Lebanese cock" He ran his finger deep into the jutting crevice of Christoph's arse, tickling slightly at the puckered, hairless opening, with the other hand he gripped his cock and pumped slowly.
"Right here, I wanna see your tongue right here, I wanna see ya' slide it up into his arse, this fuckin' beautiful hole..." The tip of George's finger sunk into the hole as the pucker opened and then hungrily contracted over it...
"So ya' gonna taste his hole for me? Are ya' gonna watch me fuck him? Ya' gonna watch me piss in his hole? I'm ready to piss right now so you get him ready for me"
I stuck out my tongue and stiffened it up as hard as I could as I moved my face down into that firm, fleshy young arse, the tang of Christoph's hole shot through my body as my tongue prodded at the water soaked opening, I savoured the heady aroma of clean, sweet sweat. Lapping at the hole it responded by puckering, opening to welcome the intrusion of a man's tongue, he writhed his rump into my face as my hands pried apart those beautiful arse cheeks.
Reluctantly I pulled my head out from between those hot cheeks, George's semi-hard cock was nudging at the back of my head. Turning to face it I took a swipe with my tongue of the the piss slit, then with one lunge into his crotch I went down on that hot Lebanese cock shaft. The soft, loose skin of the foreskin slid under the pumping pressure of my lips, sucking as hard as I could I managed to suck the foreskin back over the cock head, but I knew where this cock belonged for now so I released it from my mouth and working up spit in my mouth I let a long string of drool coat the shaft. To lubricate the target I worked up spit again, dribbled it onto my lips and mashed them into Christoph's winking, hungry hole, pushing my tongue into his hole I lubed up the shit shute.
George was in a hurry to piss and to get his cock in Christoph's arse before he got too much of a hardon. My lube job worked, with an animal grunt George managed to push his cock into the shute, Christoph groaned but kept his hips still, George waited then his head fell back and Christoph groaned - he was pissing deep into Christoph's bowel.
George slid his cock out of the arse hole, looked at me;
"You want to share a drink of my piss?"
George and I put our faces next to Christoph's hole, Christoph turned his head and told us to 'taste my arse'. George stuck out his tongue and inserted it up the young shute, writhing his face into the crack his muffled grunts gave away the ecstasy he felt, the side of Christoph's arse cheeks strained and pushed a shot of piss deep into George's guts, some of the pale yellow stream ran down the arse crack and I got my tongue under it and lapped up the warmth and the tang of urine. We swapped positions and I got to experience the feel of my tongue swimming in piss filled bowels, seconds later the arse muscles moved and piss shot into my mouth. I pulled back gagging at the force, George gripped the back of my head and mashed it into the piss stream shooting in a torrent from the arse hole, gulping and gagging my throat swallowed as quick as it could, warm arse flavoured piss run into my gullet. George slobbered like a dog under and drops that feel from my mouth....
With a loud thud againest my scalp I realised that Geoff had let go a stream of piss into my hair, turning my head I let it soak and saturate every strand as I rubbed it deep into my scalp, rivers of piss cascaed down my face and body, squinting through the salty tang of Geoffs piss I caught sight of George squating down and furiously shaking up a long necked bottle of beer. Reaching back he placed it under his arse, taking his thumb from the opening he inserted the 'beer shotgun' up his own arse, an ecstatic moan escaped from his lips....
Geoff finished pissing on me, turned around, spead his arse cheeks and I kissed his puckering arse lips and slobbered up and down his arse crack, then resumed the tongue fuck of his hole, despite the enema it still held some of that clammy, sweat taste of a man's arse, I pistoned his hole as he ground his arse into my face...
As I was rimming Geoff a beer bottle was shoved up my arse and instantly I felt the fizzy gush of beer filling my bowels....I drove my tongue up Geoff as deep as I could...this scene was the hottest I'd ever seen my fuckin' cock was rock hard....
Christoph scrambled under my squating arse and I let the beer shoot from my arse and heard him gargling and gulping at the contents...drunk on lust and beer he hammered at his cock....Geoff's heavy frame moved quickly across the spa and his mouth dove onto Christoph's young shaft taking in the full length and lapping greedily at the fingers....
As the beer flow from my arse eased up I lowered my crack onto Christoph's ruddy, dripping face, his tongue lapped at the hairy crack and when his lips hit my hole he began to suck out all the water, all the sweat and all the arse juice he could get...
George's hairy arse loomed up in front of my face, he gripped the back of my head and pushed it between his arse cheeks, going straight for those thick, juicy lebanese arse lips I lapped at the pungent sweat that had soaked them. As soon as my stiff, hungry tongue parted his opening another torrent of beer shot into my guts, the intense warmth of the beer had a distinct underlying tang to it, I wiped my face in the stream and let the smell of beer and men's arse juice flood down my face...opening my mouth once again I took the last of the flow into my mouth, my cheeks swelled with the gut warm beer....
George knelt in front of me and stuck his tongue straight into my mouth in a desperate raunch effort to taste his own arse, our tongues swam in the heady mixture that filled my mouth, forcing it into him we each were able to swallow the contents....savouring the beauty of another mans hole....
As George and me pounded each others cocks and took in the site of our wet, hot cheeked faces I realised Christoph's tongue wasn't cleaning my arse hole....looking behind me I could see why....with his heavy legs raised in the air Geoff was being finger fucked and getting a blow job from Christoph at the same time...beer was running all over Christoph's hand so it was clear another beer enema had flushed out another mans bowel...the mixture of piss, beer and water at the bottom of the spa would be getting close to three inches deep....
When George and I slid down into the heady mixture we clumsily writhed around in an attempt to soak every part of our bodies, watching two men wrestling on the bottom of the spa Geoff and Christoph lowered themselves down and started to do the same until the floor or the spa was a splashing mixture of arms, legs, bodies and rock hard stiffs....
After a few moments we slid and slopped into a rough circle and took each others cocks into each others mouths....I slobbered onto George's cock, he onto Geoff, Geoff onto Christoph and Christoph onto me....in the splashing piss, beer and water we sucked pre-cum and piss from each others slits....humping into each others face I was sure someone was going to blow any second....the grunts and the groans and the words muffled by cock sucking conveyed the message that all of us were close to blowing....I nuzzled deep into the scratchy pubic hair of George's cock and sucked his foreskin clean, savouring every drop of pre-cum that coated my tongue...
Christoph's young mouth suckled onto my cock and drew out every drop of fluid he could get...I humped into his face as George humped into mine....I was gonna reach around to feel George's balls when the humping of my face grew more urgent.... "hmpf....hmpf....HMPF..HMPF...thick white lebanese man cum filled my mouth, not ready for it it coated my mouth in a thick clammy jolt until I was able to swallow and let the thick cream run down my throat.... With cum coating my tonsils I could do nothing but grown as I blew into Christoph's young mouth, he kept his lips wrapped tight around my shaft so as not to miss a drop.....
Looking across the spa at the smiling Geoff I watched as a long string of Christoph's cock juice and cum run from his lips only to be caught in his palm and wiped across his lips for his tongue to slowly savour....
Saturated and satisfied we all lay back in the warm pungent swill at the bottom of the spa....savouring the taste of each others cum we had no need to speak or open our mouths.....this group was what I was looking for....this group is one I'd always be a part of....no matter what happens in life I'll always have a supply of men's piss, men's sweat and men's cum to sooth me.....
....as if to make it official I let a stream of piss drunkenly wave into the air, I leisurely aimed piss at the bodies around me....eventually all our beer full bladders released streams of piss which we used to bath the bodies around us with a gentle thud of urine....relaxed and grateful that we'd found each other....
Jon
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